Poems About the Environment

Brooklyn, Brooklyn you made me, the way that I act the wjhole world can see.
Sunlight shines the trees. Every bee is wide awake.A new today starts.
Everything gets warm.The flowers turn into fruit.During the chill time. 
In a world warming, change is our decree, For carbon's grip, we must set free. Actions we take, the path to renew,
I gazed The African panaroma Distant Cherangani hills, sleeping
Your skill is  to throw a little  dust of love   into  the  deep well,
Your skill is  to throw a little  dust of love   into  the  deep well,
ration the strawberries and only eat two
How did I get in between the walls Four walls without a door Was I dropped? The room brimmed with darkness
Spring is coming By Juno Byron Spring is near! Near yo'r wise eyes 'nd ear Earth shall birth thee tree

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